Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The bird that drags its oars across the sky Is realized in disappearing. Only the invisibleIs wide enough to hold the paradiseOf the mind. Imagination harvestsOut of darkness such lush Augustan figures:Bodhisattva, Melchizedek, Jesu,Each avatar unique to its beholder,A separate sun for each individual soul,A god for every god, with dominion over the whole, To fill the hole of mere appearance with the thought Of existence. The force they call intelligence Creates the pretense of the real from endless space.

But how could the god of Moose, with its laws Comprised of Moose, be also the god of Chipmunk?I spread my god like trail mix on the sisterly floor At the feet of a murder of meese.They look at me with skeptic snufflesAs their eyes grow large to mirror my divine.The world itself has changed from my believingAlthough the Moose, it never will.